Blinded

There's a fire on the mountain

Path through the sea

You were blinded by the flames in meThere's a broken land I've seen it

Hail to swallowed love

I can feel my fingers sleepingAnd maybe I don't know what love is

But it isn't this, no, it isn't thisThere's a truth long forgotten

A trust long denied

And a child somewhere hungry and cryingAnd maybe I don't know what love is, oh

But it isn't this, no, it isn't thisAnd maybe I don't know what love is, oh

No, but it isn't this, no, it isn't thisThere's a path through the mountain

Fire on the sea

You were blinded by flames in me